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I’m sittin here, sippin tea, thinkin—wow, these women, they’re hustlin! Makes me happy seein folks take charge, but damn, the stigma? Pisses me off! Society’s all “oh no, naughty,” but c’mon, it’s just work! Like Larry’s “the universe don’t care”—brothels don’t either, they just ARE. You get a car! Naw, you get a truth bomb—some joints even had secret tunnels back in the day, like in old Chicago, for sneaky clients. Sneaky, sneaky!

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I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

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